While ducked under a bed that had been untouched for months, I could sense his presence in the room. Trying to conceal my cry and squeezing my mouth shut only made the situation more unbearable. At the time, I believed the closest hanger could provide me protection. As I shortly came out to discover, it did not. I watched as he pranced around the room for a few moments waiting to see if I would surrender. He laid down on the floor and snatched the hanger out of my tight little grip. I overestimated the strength of a girl my age. It was a dark misty night, therefore there was no shadow I could follow on the floor of the bedroom. I instead listened as my drunk father walked around the bedframe, slightly clanking his beer bottle against the metal base as he passed. After a few seconds, a charge of adrenaline rushed through my body as I wiped my sour tears away and decided enough was enough-or so I thought. Broken beer bottles and their shards cut through my tiny toes as I crawled out from other the bed, darted towards the door, and away from my college-bound brother's bedroom.